Scream On 'em Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Yeah, y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!) 

C'mon! 

Homey it's hard not to kill niggas, it's like a full time job 

Not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill 

Young California got that mass appeal 

I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real 

Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real 

And all you niggas pussy, need Massengil 

See I'm the gun-cocker, one-shotter, lift 'em off the ground 

Chop 'em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote 

Sick flow, it's so, motherfuckin' six-four 

Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe 

This that, all you niggas get up off my dick so 

I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow 

Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane 

Every nigga know Game, five shots no pain 

And that's the reason why I'm shittin' on you niggas 

Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you niggas 

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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West coast 

Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go! 

Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggaz lay down 

Where skinny niggas make buff niggas victims of that trey-pound 

And gang-bangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops 

Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks 

West coast niggas is back on the map 

If only for now until the next time I body a track 

From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack 

Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap 

I roll with the hardest niggas, make money with the smartest niggas 

I ain't got time for you fuckin' artist niggas 

Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga 

Y'all army brats I'm the motherfuckin' sergeant nigga 

Beauty pageant-ass niggas on the runway 

(Boyz N The Hood) till they see the nigga in that red Hyundai 

Blow his fuckin' back out, cause I'm the rap Stack-house 

Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crack-house, what? 

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My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly 

Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer 

One man show cause I fucked all the dancers 

Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer 

These niggas let the rumors sit in they head like tumors 

So I had to take 'em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas 

Clean, mean, rappin' machine 

Red rag hangin low in the back of my jeans 

I black out like February, back out what's necessary 

Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary 

I'm runnin' the buildin', don't make me run in the buildin' 

No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin' 

Walkin' past offices I see my son in the buildin' 

Last album on the wall I'm number one in the buildin' 

They should build me an office up under the buildin' 

My elevator goin' down, I am done in the buildin' nigga 

We in the motherfuckin' buildin' man 

You ain't got your motherfuckin' mind right? 

You gon' get your mind blown out your motherfuckin' mind right nigga 

It is what the fuck it is man 

How y'all wanna cut the cake? 

You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga 

Swizz Beatz the motherfuckin' monster 

Game is in the motherfuckin' buildin' 

We could turn this whole motherfuckin' world red nigga 

Bitch!